THEIR DAY

As they walk to their chosen place a smile of hope

In each young face

They chatter exited as they go , we must be ready

When the whistle blow

What number have you drawn today? Never mind

I’m only six pegs away

Have you brought the crisps the bait, the drink and

Biscuits mum made us take?

Please Mr Smith I am in a terrible mess, the hook

Caught up in my dress

Oh Mr Folkes please do come and look, thus pinky

Wont stay on my hook

At last the whistle is blown to start, this fishing match

For the young at heart

Soon there is a call from a far off spot, come and see

The fish I’ve got

And holding it gently by the tail, drops it in a large

Plastic pail

The fish are coming in now fast, and I don’t know if

My bait will last

Perhaps 1 will change to a worm and see, cor I don’t

Half want a pee

It must be all that pop I brought, I wonder how fish

Have been caught

Oh, there goes that whistle once again, we must stop

Now must play the game

Here they all come to weigh the fish, I hope I am top

This is my wish

Now all the fishing’s done for you and me, its home

To see who the winner will be

To hold the cup for a year with pride, and have my

Name on the side

We must finish now and its been great fun, our heart

Felt thanks to everyone

BILL ESTALL 1977